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kasumi-chou · 7 years ago

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Goga

Yuri frowned to himself as he glanced around, clutching tightly onto the straps of his backpack.

He couldn’t see Vicchan anywhere, which was weird because Vicchan was always waiting for him.

“Everything okay, Yuri?” He jumped at the sound of his name and turned around to see one of his teachers standing behind him.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, nodding his head as he went back to searching for Vicchan.

Papa had told him that Vicchan was picking him, which meant that Vicchan should be there.

“Yura!” He blinked at the sound of his name and after a moment spotted a familiar figure waving towards him.

“Goga?” he called out in confusion while hurrying towards the man.

“Hey buddy,” Goga greeted him when he caught up to the man, letting out a huff when Goga touched his hair. Papa had done his hair in a pretty braid that Vicchan had taught him, he wanted to show Vicchan before it got ruined.

“Where is Vicchan?” he asked, pouting up at Goga as he grabbed the man hand and followed him as he turned around and started walking down the street.

“Sorry, Yura. Vitya got caught up at the rink. He couldn’t escape all the cameras,” Goga explained as they came to a stop right beside a familiar looking car.

“That is dyadya car,” he pointed out as the car light flickered. Goga hummed as opened one of the back doors for him.

“It is,” Goga agreed, “Yakov said I can borrow it.”

“Is dyadya stuck with the camera people too?” he asked as he climbed into the back seat and put his seatbelt on.

“Yeah,” Goga sighed as he shut the door, he watched as Goga walked around the car and climbed into the driver’s seat.

“How was school, Yura?” Goga asked as he started the car. He stared at the man for a moment before turning to look at the window as they started to move.

“One of the boys in my class called my hair stupid and girly,” he said softly while bring a hand up to play with the bottom of his braid.

“Did you tell the teacher?” Goga asked, he nodded his head.

“Yeah. They told me not to play with him anymore,” he told the man with a sigh.

“Anything else happen at school?” Goga asked, he hummed thoughtfully before brightening up.

“Oh! We watched a movie and it had your song in it!” he gasped, turning towards Goga.

“My song?” Goga questioned.

“Yeah. Your song! Um, the one you skated too,” he said, pointing towards Goga.

“The ballet story?” Goga asked.

“Yes!” he shouted, nodding his head. Goga let out a soft chuckle as they turned onto the street the rink was on.

“Carabosse,” Goga told him.

“Is that what is called? It was cool!” he told Goga with a bright smile.

He smiled quickly faded when he spotted the large group of people outside the rink.

“Yura,” he glanced towards Goga to see him holding out something for him, “Can you put these on for me?”

He took the object, only to smile when he realised that they were sunglasses. He slipped them on and made one of the silly faces Vicchan always makes when he has sunglasses on.

“Just like Vitya,” Goga laughed. He jumped slightly at a sudden flash of light. He turned his head and froze when he noticed all the cameras pressed against the windows.

“Goga,” he mumbled, “I don’t want to be here.”

“I know, just don’t look at them. Just be patient for a minute and then you can see Vitya,” Goga promised him.

“Where are they?” he demanded while turning towards Yakov.

“Vitya,” Yakov sighed as he continued to pace in front of the back door that was connected to the rinks private car park.

“What if they got into an accident?” he gasped, coming to a stop and turning towards his coach.

“Georgi is a very competent driver,” Yakov ensured him.

“But your car doesn’t have a booster seat,” he told the older man while going back to his pacing, “I should have gone.”

“And have the media follow you to Yura’s school?” Yakov questioned. He frowned, knowing that his coach was right. He couldn’t risk it.

The media finding out where Yuri went to school would be a mess. They would have to change the boys school again and they had only just recently done that. They couldn’t do it again. Maybe he could convince Yuuri to home-school Yuri, it would help when Yuri started skating seriously anyway.

The back door opened suddenly, causing him to turn towards it and let out a small sigh of relief at the sight that greeted him. Yuri stood in front of Georgi, arms holding into the straps of his adorable tiger stripped backpack and an adorable pair of sunglasses were perched on the boy’s nose.

“Yurochka,” he cooed, bending down and opening up his arms. The boy didn’t even wait a second, bolting towards him and throwing himself into his arms.

“Vicchan! Vicchan!” Yuri mumbled while hugging him tightly around the next.

“Hi buddy. I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up,” he mumbled while gently rubbing the boys back. After a few moments of Yuri holding onto him for dear life, the boy leant backwards and smiled bright at him.

“Look, look. Papa did my hair just the way you taught him,” Yuri told him, while trying to show him the top of his head. He chuckled as he set Yuri back down on his feet before leaning up slightly to look at the pretty braid his Yuuri had down in Yuri’s hair.

“It’s very nice,” he ensured the boy while pressing a quick kiss to the top of the boy’s head, “Where did you get your sunglasses, buddy?”

“Goga gave them to me,” Yuri stated proudly while making a rather serious face towards him.

“I got them. I wanted to make sure we had something to protect his eyes from the flashes of the media’s camera,” Yakov spoke up. He glanced towards his coach and smiled thankfully, kicking himself for not having thought about that.

“Can I skate today?” Yuri asked while tugging on the bottom of his shirt gently.

“You have to ask Yakov,” he told the boy, while moving to stand up properly.

The boy didn’t even waist a moment, immediately hurrying towards his coach, calling out ‘dyadya’ as he went – something that always melted Yakov heart.

He jolted when he felt a gentle slap on the back.

“You might want to talk to him about how long hair isn’t girly,” Georgi told him gently.

“Huh?” he questioned, turning towards his friend with a confused look.

“He mentioned being bullied because of his hair. Just thought I would tell you,” Georgi stated with a shrug.

“Thanks,” he said seriously while turning towards Yuri, who seemed to have easily convince Yakov to let him on the ice if the way they were heading for the rental desk was anything to go by.

“Thanks for picking him up,” he said, turning back to Georgi.

“Anytime,” Georgi ensured him while giving his back another pat before following after their coach and Yuri.

He took a deep breath while pulling his phone out of his pocket and shooting Yuuri a quick message, telling him that everything was okay and that Yuri was with him.

He really shouldn’t have been surprise by the media swarm, after all, his da oyff with his beautiful fiancé had been broadcast to the world yesterday.

“Vicchan! Come skate with me!” Yuri shouted from across the rink. He slipped his phone away before starting to walk towards Yuri, who was holding up a pair of rental skates into the air.

“I’m coming,” he chuckled, hurrying towards the blonde hair boy with a smile.

Skater Next Door AU

AO3 Skater Next Door / Skater In Training

#yoi #yuri on ice #victor nikiforov #yuri plisetsky #georgi popovich #yurio plisetsky #yakov feltsman #yuuri katsuki #victuuri #Single Dad #single parent #skater next door au

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